This is the seventh installment of the celebrated diary within a used book I managed to save from a clearance event for “junk books” in a rundown warehouse of a library. The journal is the story of an astonishing woman living in 1988 who just happens to also love her cats. If you would like to enjoy her story from the beginning or catch up on some of her earlier entries, go to The Cat Lover’s Diary.

Next month’s Cat Diary ought to come a little quicker than normal. I don’t have time to tease you with other content while I’m getting ready for the The Shadow Art Fair (July 16). I have a cadre of stories and comics all queued up, though. I won’t let anything interfere with regular updates.

Omigosh! Are you telling me you FOUND this book? I cannot believe someone would just give away her diary. Unless… they were cleaning up after her because she is a hoarder. Do you think this woman was a cat hoarder? Oh no! This is just too much. Cannot wait for the next installment.

“I ended up drawing my new eyebrows up way too far on my forehead” is hilarious. Also, Short CIrcuit 2? I hope this is not real, because that would mean that you’re a good writer, and not that someone this nutty existed.

Oh my dear lord. Mr. Greggo winked and oinked at her? What does that even look and sound like? Because I am picturing a little two-step shuffle and tiny little velociraptor arms. But does he SAY “oink,” or “oink-oink,” or make a snorting or snuffling sound? Either way. How is this not a show yet?